Not That Type Of Poem

Sorry death But I’m going to cheat on you With life that is She’s too beautiful With her crisp fresh air days And her sun filled rays In this poem This girl lives for another day

I finally wake up Not dreading the day to come A new chapter in my life Has just begun My intruding thought each day Was grab the pills and swallow whole Take them dry They’ll hurt you more The quicker the deed Will send me on my way, godspeed So I wasn’t allowed around pills Not even Tylenol Only leeway I had was antacids My mother at least didn’t want me to have to deal with a heartburn that would kill

I didn’t know how to tie a noose Mine would probably be too loose I fall and scratch my knee Bleed a little Get upset And go to sleep My mother would hear a thud See the rope hanging A chair underneath Sit down, look at me, and wonder what she did wrong When in fact, it’s my brain that is singing a song Off key, no melody, that’s why it must end But as I said in the beginning This poem is not about suicide, depression, or killing

I have come to terms with myself My general persona My illness I want wellness And I am in a general content state of who I am But there are certain aspects of life that are worth living for The smell of milk tea, brewing on the stove The middle of autumn, and hearing all the crows Warmth, I’m the midst of cold When your heart shatters, but someone fills the cracks with gold I will die for the things I love But the things I live for Are the things I will live for

I am 21 years old, and have a burning passion for writing about topics that aren't discussed at the dinner table mainly in the style of free verse. Metal, punk rock, and poetry are 3 things that calm me down, and help me express my most inner raw emotions.

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